Lovesick - Shaded Hollow 6 (Tg)

 "What the hell?" Jackson said under his breath from his perch in the diner window as a group of people ran by in a panic. "Hm?" Veronica asked, following his eyes just in time to see a girl round the corner and approach a fallen man. Something seemed off about her, her movement was uneasy and her skin a sickly blue as though there was no oxygen getting to it. They both rushed out of the building to help as the girl lunged at the downed man, pushing her off him but not quick enough. He was bitten on his thigh and forearm which went unnoticed as Jackson restrained the girl. They both turned back to see the man start to change as the infection coursed through him.

 His hair began to grow, pooling onto the street like blood as his body grew smaller in stature. He started to convulse, his chest heaving in greater and greater thrusts as breasts tore the top buttons of his shirt off, leaving a perky set. His waist caved inwards, his skin visible through the tears in his shirt as it did so. His hips grew wider as meat began to pack onto his thighs and ass, expanding his lower half into that of a curvy woman's. His skin turned gray as his clothes changed into a blouse and skirt along with underwear to match his new body. He gasped with one final breath as his genitals reversed, matching the panties that he now wore.

 "Are you... okay?" Veronica asked, standing over the new zombie girl as the light returned to her eyes. "Wha- what happened to me?" She croaked in her high-pitched voice. Veronica lent her a hand, reaching to pull her up when something primal overtook the woman and she lunged at the vampire only to be thwarted by her reaction time. "What the hell are you doing?" Veronica asked as she pinned the woman with her shoe to keep her controlled. "I- I don't know," she gasped, horrified by what she did. Veronica turned on her heel and faced the original woman before shouting, "Care to explain what is going on?" The original girl sighed, "Yes, I do, follow me." Veronica gave Jackson a nod and they let the girl up, making sure to keep their distance as they followed, pulling the victim along.

 They arrived a short walk later at a decrepit cabin in the woods. "I'm Mal," the girl said as she opened the door, "Once Malcolm, now Mallory as you can see." She gestured at her body. "Alchemist turned zombie," she sighed as she sat down on a chair. "You're that loner guy, aren't you?" Veronica said, looking around at the various tinctures and elixirs, "The one that even Luna is too afraid to attack." "That's me, or was before I botched a brew so bad that my mind has been consumed by nothing but hunger." "Can you explain why you were making a zombie virus?" She said, tapping her foot like a disapproving mother. Mal would've blushed if she had running blood but instead looked away, embarrassed. "I was kinda... trying to make a girlfriend," she whispered. "And how does that turn into a virus?" Veronica asked, not buying her excuse. "Well it was originally going to be a virus, but it wasn't supposed to get this far outta hand." "So you were just gonna turn some random stranger into your girlfriend? And you had no qualms against that?" "I guess I wasn't thinking logically." "YOU DID THIS TO ME FOR A GIRLFRIEND?!" The victim shouted at Mal, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" She lunged for her, only being held back by Jackson's grip.

 "Alright, calm down!" Veronica shouted at her, making her recoil back into her chair. "What is your name?" She asked the girl, "Alex," she whimpered, still not used to her new voice. "Well, Mal here will spend every waking moment trying to reverse this," she shot a piercing glance at her, "Right Mal?" "You're... not gonna kill us?" She questioned having expected the worst. "What? No! I'm not gonna hurt either of you, especially not your victim here," she said, pointing at Alex. "But, what if I bite someone else? What if Alex does?" "You two aren't leaving this shack until you're cured or at least not bloodthirsty." Hope rekindled behind Mal's eyes, "You're gonna let me fix this?" She exclaimed, happy for a chance to repent. "You're obviously brilliant," she said, glancing around the place, "Just... misguided." "That's a polite way to say 'loser'" "I didn't say that, but don't get me wrong, you aren't in my best books right now." "I understand," Mal said, pivoting to her workbench, "Come on Alex, let's get you back to normal."

 "Shouldn't we be keeping an eye on them?" Jackson asked as they left the shack. "I have a scrying eye watching each exit as well as the interior. If either of them does something I don't like, I'll be there before they're out the door." "But what if that Mal character botches another potion, or God forbid tries to do something bad." "She won't, I can see it in her eyes that she isn't evil, just desperate." "If you say so," He said, kicking a rock down the path. "What does that mean?" She asked, stopping him. "Well, I read some of her notes in there on supposedly escaped slimes," he said, "I don't know if he made them or not, but he seemed to have a key interest in them and the recent disappearances." Veronica sighed deeply, "I'm sorry I got you mixed into all this supernatural mumbo jumbo." "Don't worry," he said, "I think it's cute that you took it upon yourself to be our little town's protector," and kissed her on the lips.